The Light lives in all places and all things. In an age of Darkness, we need to cultivate it...
Red Light (RWBY/Destiny Fusion)
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Twei
I have a face!
- Location
- the land where they write things
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- They/Them
The Light lives in all places and all things. In an age of Darkness, we need to cultivate it wherever it can be found, whether we find it in our own souls or those of the others that call the Remnants home. We must all strive to become Guardians, and pay back the gift the Traveler has given us.
Red Light
Red Light
(New working title! Yay?)
Because my train of thought and ideas went places and this is where it ended up.
It might be more a RWBY-esque Destiny AU, but that's besides the point.
Taking a page from Paradoxical and The Taken Queen, it'll be a mix of narrative snippets and grimoire-esque things.
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Twei
I have a face!
- Location
- the land where they write things
- Pronouns
- They/Them
We'll start with a character piece, which I feel is a tradition of RWBY that must be honored.
Ignite
Content warning: bloody murder, but people get better.
"Alright, alright, alright," the announcer drawled. "It's the final bout of the tournament, so let's see who we've got tonight!"
Yang's lips curled into an easy smirk as she strutted forward on the sand. The roar of the crowd echoed in the darkness of the ring, pounded in her ears.
"In the red corner, it's last season's champion, fresh off of burning her way to the top once again! Wild on the field, and even wilder off it, let's give it up for Yaaaaang Xiao Loooong!"
The spotlight flickered on, and she stepped right into it. The crowd went wild as she grinned and waved, turning her head this way and that to make sure all the cameras and the audience in the darkened stands got good looks. "Heyyyy~"
"Aaaand in the blue corner, someone who's new to the tournament, but definitely not new to fighting. A merciless challenger who's carved his way up the bracket and shows no sign of slowing down. He gives no quarter and he takes no prisoners, so let me hear a good one for Taniiiiiiiks!"
Four eyes glowed in the darkness on the other side of the ring, before the harsh light opened up and properly revealed Yang's opponent. An Eliksni, towering above her at maybe seven or eight or nine feet of height - the largest she'd ever fought, though she knew they could grow larger still. Dressed in leather and fur and metal, and wielding two of the long, straight-edged blades the Eliksni preferred in his upper set of arms, a pair of energy pistols twirling in the lower set.
His stance was calm, breathing measured. His eyes, and the mask that shrouded them, betrayed nothing.
The crowd cheered all the same, although Yang thought she heard a few boos along the way. As far as she could tell, Taniks didn't react.
As the cheers quieted, the announcer started talking again. Yang tuned him out, instead focusing on her opponent while the rest of the stage lights kicked on, illuminating every inch of the sand.
"For those of you watching at home, allow me to refresh you on the rules. The match starts with the bell and ends when someone forfeits or simply can't fight any longer! Oh, and if you leave the ring, not that we expect you to manage it, that counts as a loss, too. Aside from that? Anything goes!"
He was far from the first Eliksni she'd faced here. Their teleportation tech could be a pain, and judging from video of previous matches, his was some of the best she'd seen. Assuming he really was a mercenary like they said, it made sense he'd be well outfitted.
"This is the final bout, so whoever wins here is walking away with a trophy and a handsome reward. The loser? Well, participation is nice and all, but it's nothing compared to the sweet, sweet feeling of victory."
He'd be tough. But she could take him.
"Alright, that's enough yapping from me. You're here to see a fight, and a fight is what you'll get!
The crowd roared again. Yang grinned, turning her focus back to the opponent in front of her, watching lightning arc across his blades.
The time for thinking was over. The time for fighting was now.
"Show starts on my mark. Three, two, one…."
The 'Go' was all but drowned out by the ear-splitting ring that accompanied it.
Before she could make a move, Taniks vanished.
She'd been prepared for this. She didn't see him in front of her. She whirled, but he wasn't behind her.
Yang registered the shadow over her body a moment too late.
Taniks fell upon her, blades-first. Swords of lightning with an Eliksni's full weight behind them slammed into her, forcing her to the ground. She didn't try too hard to stay upright, her arms already coming up not to ward off the blades but to smash into her opponent's midsection.
Her body hit the sand, accompanied by the bangs of shotgun shells at point blank as her gauntlets drove their payload home. Blazing, solar buckshot battered through Taniks' personal shield and sank into his body, his Aura crackling in his veins, pushing away the pain and the damage. Her own Aura blazed against her skin, a shield of fire between her chest and the immense Arc blades that howled for her blood as she rammed her fists and her bullets into him, one after another after another.
Her opponent grunted in pain, though that was as much as she could break his ice cold composure.
She replied with a scream of incoherent rage and battle-lust. Fire burned in her eyes, and embers danced in her hair.
She saw only red.
Yang drove her fist towards the flat of one of his swords, aiming to knock it away. He intercepted the attack with one of his shock-pistols, the harsh sound of the energy bolt lost to the roar of the crowd and to her own pounding heartbeat. She kicked the weapon aside an instant later, the strike clumsy but still sufficient to tear a bleeding wound into his hand.
His ether-blood crackled and sizzled as it poured out on the sand. Her Aura screamed along with her against the lightning.
It wasn't by much, but the lightning won.
The blades finally shattered her defenses and cut cleanly through her ribs, tearing into her heart. The lightning burned her flesh into ash around it.
Her world was pain. Blood welled up from her insides, spilled into her lungs.
She managed to claw one last piece of flesh away, her fingers hooking into Taniks' body and outright tearing a chunk of meat from his scarred figure.
Triumph was in his eyes, only somewhat marred by the agony of his wounds.
She had nothing but defiance in her own. She didn't have the energy to think about her imminent death.
With a guttural growl, he lifted his remaining pistol and blew open her neck.
She burned, falling away from reality, towards an endless void.
She'd been here before, once. Things happened. Deaths happened.
Above her was the ring, Taniks, the announcer, the crowd. Life.
To one side was the sun. No, it was the Traveler, but here, there wasn't any difference. It burned white hot, its Light gave life, its fire comforted and cleansed alike. It was silent, but it wasn't dead, and seeing it was enough to ease the pain.
Beneath her, far beneath her, an infinity beneath her, there was nothingness.
To another side, there was something else, something she hadn't seen before. Not a lack of existence, but the opposite of it, an unexistence, shaped like an immense bird whose wings blotted out the stars. Her face was made of a dead star, impossibly bright yet lighting nothing, watching Yang despite the vast gulf between them. Her wings were a void, and her body was made of knives and teeth, and Yang knew her, though she'd never seen her, and she spoke with the voice of Yang's mother:
"My children are extinct. I made them so. You are a lie."
The pronouncement was cold, a statement of fact.
It only fueled the rage within her.
This stupid bird's 'truth' had no power over her. It was just Yang and her Light. And she still had her Light, even if she was dying, or if she was dead.
She refused to be dead.
She refused to lose. Not while her fire still burned.
Yang flipped off the overgrown crow and focused on her rage. On her determination.
On the second sun that burned within her.
Yang Xiao Long screamed in fury as she tore her way back to life with claws of solar plasma.
Blood pooled on the sand.
The audience went as quiet as death, watching Yang still beneath Taniks' blades.
The announcer was silent, his eyes focused on his monitors.
Healers stood by to resurrect and aid the respective combatants.
"...alright, then. Looks like it's-"
He spoke a moment too soon.
Yang's eyes burst open. They burned like the sun. Hotter than the sun.
Her entire form burst into flames. The battered Taniks yelped, stumbling off her body and onto his feet again. To his credit, his hands were still on his blades, and the lightning began to course through them once more, course into the brilliant, blazing human fighter.
With a mad grin, she grabbed each in one hand, fiery talons closing around voltaic steel and simply yanking them out of her own flesh, the sheer force of the motion making her opponent stumble again.
Flames billowed beneath her back in great wings as she pushed herself to her feet, steadied herself as her opponent lifted his pistol again.
The little bolt of lightning bounced off her corona like a ping-pong ball off of steel.
In the next moment, Yang was upon him, a cloud of sand kicked up behind her; dashing right past his swords, through his guard, her hands latching onto his lower set of arms as she slammed into his torso-
And tore the arms clean out of their sockets, with all the ruthless ferocity of a bird of prey.
Their screams blended together, his of pain and hers of victory. His swords fell from his remaining hands.
They didn't remain for very long after that.
Taniks fell back upon the sand, blue ether dripping from the wounds. His mask, cracked by the impact, finally gave up and slid off to the side, finally revealing a face, surprised and terrified and grim.
Yang just stood there, staring down at him. Breathing. Burning.
His eyes closed, then opened again. He coughed. Then, slowly, he forced out a single word through a thick Eliksni accent.
"Enough."
The crowd went wild. The healers rushed in, the cameras only a short distance behind.
The announcer said something witty, but Yang didn't hear him.
Her flames flickered, dampened. The rest of her energy fled her, turned sand to glass beneath her feet.
She was whole, and yet, she was very, very tired.
Someone shoved a microphone in her face. Asked her for comments. Something like that.
"Ah... how was my disarming technique?"
A/N: you could say she flipped that overgrown crow the bird
Ignite
Content warning: bloody murder, but people get better.
"Alright, alright, alright," the announcer drawled. "It's the final bout of the tournament, so let's see who we've got tonight!"
Yang's lips curled into an easy smirk as she strutted forward on the sand. The roar of the crowd echoed in the darkness of the ring, pounded in her ears.
"In the red corner, it's last season's champion, fresh off of burning her way to the top once again! Wild on the field, and even wilder off it, let's give it up for Yaaaaang Xiao Loooong!"
The spotlight flickered on, and she stepped right into it. The crowd went wild as she grinned and waved, turning her head this way and that to make sure all the cameras and the audience in the darkened stands got good looks. "Heyyyy~"
"Aaaand in the blue corner, someone who's new to the tournament, but definitely not new to fighting. A merciless challenger who's carved his way up the bracket and shows no sign of slowing down. He gives no quarter and he takes no prisoners, so let me hear a good one for Taniiiiiiiks!"
Four eyes glowed in the darkness on the other side of the ring, before the harsh light opened up and properly revealed Yang's opponent. An Eliksni, towering above her at maybe seven or eight or nine feet of height - the largest she'd ever fought, though she knew they could grow larger still. Dressed in leather and fur and metal, and wielding two of the long, straight-edged blades the Eliksni preferred in his upper set of arms, a pair of energy pistols twirling in the lower set.
His stance was calm, breathing measured. His eyes, and the mask that shrouded them, betrayed nothing.
The crowd cheered all the same, although Yang thought she heard a few boos along the way. As far as she could tell, Taniks didn't react.
As the cheers quieted, the announcer started talking again. Yang tuned him out, instead focusing on her opponent while the rest of the stage lights kicked on, illuminating every inch of the sand.
"For those of you watching at home, allow me to refresh you on the rules. The match starts with the bell and ends when someone forfeits or simply can't fight any longer! Oh, and if you leave the ring, not that we expect you to manage it, that counts as a loss, too. Aside from that? Anything goes!"
He was far from the first Eliksni she'd faced here. Their teleportation tech could be a pain, and judging from video of previous matches, his was some of the best she'd seen. Assuming he really was a mercenary like they said, it made sense he'd be well outfitted.
"This is the final bout, so whoever wins here is walking away with a trophy and a handsome reward. The loser? Well, participation is nice and all, but it's nothing compared to the sweet, sweet feeling of victory."
He'd be tough. But she could take him.
"Alright, that's enough yapping from me. You're here to see a fight, and a fight is what you'll get!
The crowd roared again. Yang grinned, turning her focus back to the opponent in front of her, watching lightning arc across his blades.
The time for thinking was over. The time for fighting was now.
"Show starts on my mark. Three, two, one…."
The 'Go' was all but drowned out by the ear-splitting ring that accompanied it.
Before she could make a move, Taniks vanished.
She'd been prepared for this. She didn't see him in front of her. She whirled, but he wasn't behind her.
Yang registered the shadow over her body a moment too late.
Taniks fell upon her, blades-first. Swords of lightning with an Eliksni's full weight behind them slammed into her, forcing her to the ground. She didn't try too hard to stay upright, her arms already coming up not to ward off the blades but to smash into her opponent's midsection.
Her body hit the sand, accompanied by the bangs of shotgun shells at point blank as her gauntlets drove their payload home. Blazing, solar buckshot battered through Taniks' personal shield and sank into his body, his Aura crackling in his veins, pushing away the pain and the damage. Her own Aura blazed against her skin, a shield of fire between her chest and the immense Arc blades that howled for her blood as she rammed her fists and her bullets into him, one after another after another.
Her opponent grunted in pain, though that was as much as she could break his ice cold composure.
She replied with a scream of incoherent rage and battle-lust. Fire burned in her eyes, and embers danced in her hair.
She saw only red.
Yang drove her fist towards the flat of one of his swords, aiming to knock it away. He intercepted the attack with one of his shock-pistols, the harsh sound of the energy bolt lost to the roar of the crowd and to her own pounding heartbeat. She kicked the weapon aside an instant later, the strike clumsy but still sufficient to tear a bleeding wound into his hand.
His ether-blood crackled and sizzled as it poured out on the sand. Her Aura screamed along with her against the lightning.
It wasn't by much, but the lightning won.
The blades finally shattered her defenses and cut cleanly through her ribs, tearing into her heart. The lightning burned her flesh into ash around it.
Her world was pain. Blood welled up from her insides, spilled into her lungs.
She managed to claw one last piece of flesh away, her fingers hooking into Taniks' body and outright tearing a chunk of meat from his scarred figure.
Triumph was in his eyes, only somewhat marred by the agony of his wounds.
She had nothing but defiance in her own. She didn't have the energy to think about her imminent death.
With a guttural growl, he lifted his remaining pistol and blew open her neck.
She burned, falling away from reality, towards an endless void.
She'd been here before, once. Things happened. Deaths happened.
Above her was the ring, Taniks, the announcer, the crowd. Life.
To one side was the sun. No, it was the Traveler, but here, there wasn't any difference. It burned white hot, its Light gave life, its fire comforted and cleansed alike. It was silent, but it wasn't dead, and seeing it was enough to ease the pain.
Beneath her, far beneath her, an infinity beneath her, there was nothingness.
To another side, there was something else, something she hadn't seen before. Not a lack of existence, but the opposite of it, an unexistence, shaped like an immense bird whose wings blotted out the stars. Her face was made of a dead star, impossibly bright yet lighting nothing, watching Yang despite the vast gulf between them. Her wings were a void, and her body was made of knives and teeth, and Yang knew her, though she'd never seen her, and she spoke with the voice of Yang's mother:
"My children are extinct. I made them so. You are a lie."
The pronouncement was cold, a statement of fact.
It only fueled the rage within her.
This stupid bird's 'truth' had no power over her. It was just Yang and her Light. And she still had her Light, even if she was dying, or if she was dead.
She refused to be dead.
She refused to lose. Not while her fire still burned.
Yang flipped off the overgrown crow and focused on her rage. On her determination.
On the second sun that burned within her.
Yang Xiao Long screamed in fury as she tore her way back to life with claws of solar plasma.
Blood pooled on the sand.
The audience went as quiet as death, watching Yang still beneath Taniks' blades.
The announcer was silent, his eyes focused on his monitors.
Healers stood by to resurrect and aid the respective combatants.
"...alright, then. Looks like it's-"
He spoke a moment too soon.
Yang's eyes burst open. They burned like the sun. Hotter than the sun.
Her entire form burst into flames. The battered Taniks yelped, stumbling off her body and onto his feet again. To his credit, his hands were still on his blades, and the lightning began to course through them once more, course into the brilliant, blazing human fighter.
With a mad grin, she grabbed each in one hand, fiery talons closing around voltaic steel and simply yanking them out of her own flesh, the sheer force of the motion making her opponent stumble again.
Flames billowed beneath her back in great wings as she pushed herself to her feet, steadied herself as her opponent lifted his pistol again.
The little bolt of lightning bounced off her corona like a ping-pong ball off of steel.
In the next moment, Yang was upon him, a cloud of sand kicked up behind her; dashing right past his swords, through his guard, her hands latching onto his lower set of arms as she slammed into his torso-
And tore the arms clean out of their sockets, with all the ruthless ferocity of a bird of prey.
Their screams blended together, his of pain and hers of victory. His swords fell from his remaining hands.
They didn't remain for very long after that.
Taniks fell back upon the sand, blue ether dripping from the wounds. His mask, cracked by the impact, finally gave up and slid off to the side, finally revealing a face, surprised and terrified and grim.
Yang just stood there, staring down at him. Breathing. Burning.
His eyes closed, then opened again. He coughed. Then, slowly, he forced out a single word through a thick Eliksni accent.
"Enough."
The crowd went wild. The healers rushed in, the cameras only a short distance behind.
The announcer said something witty, but Yang didn't hear him.
Her flames flickered, dampened. The rest of her energy fled her, turned sand to glass beneath her feet.
She was whole, and yet, she was very, very tired.
Someone shoved a microphone in her face. Asked her for comments. Something like that.
"Ah... how was my disarming technique?"
A/N: you could say she flipped that overgrown crow the bird
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StatelessGem
Bane of the Iron Lords
Alright alright alright!
I dig this.
Alternative Title: Yang Titan's her way into a Warlock ability
I dig this.
Alternative Title: Yang Titan's her way into a Warlock ability
It always surprised me how only the warlock had the self rez. One would think at least one Titan class would punch death in the face until it let them go. Possibly to boisterous commentary from some other titans we know.
Twei
I have a face!
- Location
- the land where they write things
- Pronouns
- They/Them
Probably not much of a spoiler to say that classes aren't strictly, mechanically A Thing here. Hunter and Titan and Warlock might be schools of thought and/or schools of training, for sure, but with personalized weapons and with Semblances basically taking the place of supers, everyone's gonna be a little bit different.
though it's still probably valid to call Yang a titan?
Still working out the details here.also, how about that bird
- Location
- Australia
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Hey, it has Raven's voice. If there's a better way to make Yang tell Death where to go fuck itself, I've yet to see it
- Location
- United States
It's important to remember that the reason Shaxx only has one horn on his helmet is that Ikora broke the other off and beat him to death with it.
Ikora Rey was a Crucible Champion before becoming Warlock Vanguard.
Probably not much of a spoiler to say that classes aren't strictly, mechanically A Thing here. Hunter and Titan and Warlock might be schools of thought and/or schools of training, for sure, but with personalized weapons and with Semblances basically taking the place of supers, everyone's gonna be a little bit different.
though it's still probably valid to call Yang a titan?
also, how about that bird
Makes sense. In the Destiny Grimoire, Lord Fellwinter was fond of the Titan shoulder charge to shotgun combo despite being a Warlock.
StatelessGem
Bane of the Iron Lords
This literally makes everything better.
And Lore-wise it doesn't stop at abilities.
An example would be Zhalo Supercell, that exotic auto rifle from D1?
An in-game example of what you can do the Light in a pinch.
- Location
- United States
The details are sparse but Hunters learned how to blink from Warlocks. I'm suspecting either alcohol or blackmail was involved, because Hunters and Warlocks don't get along.
StatelessGem
Bane of the Iron Lords
Unless you are Ikora and Cayde
- Location
- United States
It's a temperament thing. Hunters are very much 'go out and do things' sort of people, while Warlocks are very much mad scientists. Entire cabals of Warlocks have ended up on the Vanguard's shit list because they start poking at things that really should have been left alone. Like what happens to a Guardian when one of them eats Taken goop.
Because the thing that leads a Warlock to madness, is Truth.
What does happen there?
- Location
- United States
Nobody knows, because Ikora caught wind of it and demonstrated to them why she's chief mad scientist wrangler.
The Vanguard pays really close attention to Warlocks in general, because Titans and Hunters aren't the people who occasionally come back after long missions having lost all body language, the need to blink, and no longer casting shadows.
The Shadows of Yor make a lot of Guardians uncomfortable, but nobody wants Dregden 2.0: The Space Wizard Boogaloo.
- Location
- USA
...I have so many questions but none of them have sufficient amounts of WHAT?
- Location
- United States
There's a lot of really nasty shit roaming about the solar system, and Warlocks have an almost physiological need to poke shit with sticks.
And, as it turns out, not of lot nasty shit out there enjoys being poked. And they tend to make this displeasure readily apparent to even quasi-immortal space zombies.